Poems (E. L. F.)/Verses—"Oh! there are hearts that ne'er attune"
VERSES.
Oh! there are hearts that ne'er attune
In harmony with ours,
Or wake in sweetest melody
The memory of past hours.
In harmony with ours,
Or wake in sweetest melody
The memory of past hours.
'What other joys can ever fill
That chaos of the heart,
Where things that are, and things that were,
In loneliness depart?
That chaos of the heart,
Where things that are, and things that were,
In loneliness depart?
What misery to live and breathe
With those who ne'er can know
Deep feelings that oppress the heart,
Bow down the head with woe!
With those who ne'er can know
Deep feelings that oppress the heart,
Bow down the head with woe!
We feel, oh! doubly feel, the grief
That others cannot share,
And bitter, bitter is the grief
Of thought-embosom'd care.
That others cannot share,
And bitter, bitter is the grief
Of thought-embosom'd care.